I.

These are pleasant days,
Tossed to and fro
  by a fading sunset breeze,
warm in summer tones of deep green
  and bleached grey-blue sky,
Walking by the river's edge
  one might hear a distant thrush,
                              or vireo,
mark its patch of sky, or riverbank,
by a tumbling aire.


II.

Marigolds and Queen Anne's Lace
balance on tip-toe
in orderly rows.
Only the periwinkle breaks military rank
pouring onto the lawn
a prairie-fire of
White flower-burst flames,
  licking at summer-brown grass.